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Inspired by the painting Automat by Edward Hopper in 1927.

The painting shows a lone woman sat at automated restaurant table.

Viewing the painting will enhance the poem.

Centre stage yet unseen, star still observable when no longer there

Air stands still
Urban anonymity heightened
Toils of the day weigh heavy
Obfuscation of scene with light and shade
Mechanical servery de-personalises 
Attempts to leave stalled by self only 
Thoughts drift but don't settle

The in-between time
Soul searcher sits solemnly
Soft focus, lost time

A lonely lady at the automat
The hiding lights obscuring
Outside and inner thoughts

Do I exist without shadow
Am I anything without light
He talks of my decadent glow 
Should I step out into the night

Frozen with knowledge and foresight 
No trust in words he does bestow
No doubt of love he does incite
Do I exist without shadow 

I risk everything if I go
To stay misery I invite
But to live life on a plateau 
Am I anything without light

Need this thinking time in twilight 
My heart to dictate where I go
Decision is not black or white
He talks of my decadent glow

Without him life will be hollow
I become in his line of sight
With love my heart does overflow
Should I step out into the night

The ending, just I, cannot write
Cannot know about tomorrow
Commence ricochet of delight 
Relinquish to the undertow 
Do I exist

How can loneliness dwell here
Is it trapped in each compartment
Insert a nickel and release the desolation
Ingredients wise cherry pie 
Should counter it adequately
But it's done nothing for me
I also know the answer isn't in my coffee cup
But still I sit
Hopeful that something will change
But there is no air coming through
Nothing to change the will of my melancholy
It's like I'm half in and half out
No decisions made
Except for cherry pie
This lull is tangible 
I feel I've projected it
Or it's projected me
With light after light 
Hiding the way 
Compartments invisibly replenished
'Just a nickel to enjoy'
I have a purse full of nickels
That's the joke
Pretty soon the bell will ring
And I'll look up
Destiny awaits me
Somewhere
Whilst I wait here
Contemplating cold coffee

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